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Before leaving, she realized her own red windbreaker had gotten muddy during the ravine rescue. William had insistently forced her into one of his crisp, oversized, dark blue silk button-down shirts so she wouldn't catch a cold on her way out. It swam on her frame, the hem hanging all the way down to her mid-thighs, smelling intoxicatingly of his expensive sandalwood cologne.An hour later, Jane had finally collapsed into her tiny apartment.She had spent thirty solid minutes on FaceTime with Allan, who spent the entire call dying of laughter. "He faked an emotional fever?!" Allan had wheezed into the phone. "Jane, the man is a theatrical romantic menace! Keep the silk shirt, by the way, it’s worth more than my sanity!"Exhausted beyond belief, Jane didn't even bother changing out of William's shirt. She just rolled up the oversized sleeves, kicked off her pants, and crawled into her cozy bed, letting out a long, blissful groan into her pillow.She was just about to drift into a deep

"I did," William declared with supreme, unbothered pride, subtly kissing the side of Jane’s burning cheek. "And I find the accommodations far superior to my penthouse.""I am framing this moment in my mind forever," Allan wheezed, clutching his chest. "Jane, you win. You officially win office politics. I’ll make sure HR extends the retreat check-out time so you two can... negotiate the merger.""ALLAN!" Jane screamed, but Allan had already ended the call with a victorious laugh.Jane dropped her head back against William’s chest, letting out a long, dramatic groan of total defeat. "My reputation is completely ruined. Allan is going to hold this over my head for the rest of my natural life."William wrapped both arms around her tightly, burying his face in her hair, his low laugh vibrating against her back. "Let him. In fact, on Monday, I think I'll give him a promotion."Jane turned around in his arms, glaring up at him with affectionate exasperation. "Don't you dare bribe my best fri

Jane wrapped her arms tightly around his broad back, feeling the slick, powerful muscles rippling beneath her palms. The lingering guilt, the fake relationship, the misunderstanding about the birthday gift—everything evaporated into the humid air, leaving only the sheer, undeniable reality of his body joined with hers."William..." she whimpered, her hips subtly tilting upward, instinctively seeking more of him. "Please... move..."That tiny, desperate tilt of her hips shattered his remaining restraint."God help me," William groaned, his dark eyes snapping open, blazing with a fierce, possessive flame.He slowly pulled back until only his tip remained inside her, then drove back in with a long, smooth, breathtaking thrust that hit her sweet spot directly."AHHHH!" Jane screamed out, a wave of liquid heat shooting straight up her spine.He began a slow, rhythmic, agonizingly sensual pace. Out... and deep, deep back in. Every slow, deliberate slide of his thick length against her hyper-

Jane burst into a soft, melodic laugh, shaking her head as she leaned back into her seat. "Administrative training? You're unbelievable.""Besides," William added, reaching across the center console to take her hand, lacing his long fingers firmly through hers and bringing her knuckles up to press a lingering, warm kiss to her skin. "I happen to excel at selecting produce. And if anyone dares ask... I'll just tell them my chief secretary demanded my presence, and I am far too terrified of her to refuse."Jane’s face burned with a familiar, happy blush as she squeezed his hand back, watching the rain wash over the glass while the mystery of his tiny hip tattoo lingered softly in the back of her mind.Inside the grocery store, William didn't look like Manhattan’s most feared billionaire, he looked like a chaotic seven-year-old let loose in a toy store."William, put that back!" Jane gasped, snatching a massive wheel of imported artisan cheese out of his hands before he could drop it in

William’s dark eyebrows pulled together in dramatic, stubborn resistance. "Hell no.""Yes, Mr. Reynold!" Jane insisted, poking a finger hard into his collarbone. "Starting today, at the office: no holding hands, no stealing kisses in the copy room, no sending cryptic flirtatious texts in the executive VIP chat room where you think you're invisible—""You're cute when you're bossy," William purred, entirely ignoring her rant as he leaned down and pressed a slow, warm, lingering kiss right against the sensitive skin of her neck.Jane’s breath hitched, a soft, traitorous gasp escaping her lips as shivers shot straight down her spine."Goddammit, William, stop kissing my neck! I can't concentrate!" Jane squeaked out, her strength melting as her hands instinctively gripped his lapels."I'm listening, Miss Pascual," William rasped against her skin, his mouth trailing up to her jawline, his hands sliding possessively around her waist to pull her flush against his suit. "What was the next rul